Quote Of Faith- IV

O ye who believe! Be not like the unbelievers, who say of their brethren, when they are traveling through the earth or engaged in fighting: “If they had stayed with us, they would not have died, or been slain.” This is that Allah may make it a cause of sighs and regrets in their hearts. It is Allah that gives Life and Death, and Allah sees well all that ye do.

The Qur’an [3:156]



Heya folks! I just wanted to say that these days I might not be coming online much, mostly because of my school, that opened up on the 9th. So.. Just take care of yourselves!

.. Huhuhu I love Chemistry.


The Lone Wanderer

Most of the time, in our daily lives, we tend to link phrases with certain images. For example someone say’s ‘war’ the first thing most of us might get is a battlefield in our mind. Another example, ‘Accident’ might make us think of a car crash. However, I’d like you all to close your eyes for a minute, and see what comes in your mind when you read


Now a few days ago, my friend commented on my article something like “Hone your skills a little bit and you’ll be near Perfection.” Perfection. I was stunned. What is perfection? I closed my eyes and thought about it. What does perfection look like? The first thing that came in my mind was a blank. Yes. The white-ish blank. Empty. Nothing.

I had been slacking off, and I didn’t want to think more, so I clung up to that thought. Nothing at all, is perfection. I discussed it with a friend of mine. When I asked him what came to his mind, I was shocked once again on his answer. “Me being with everyone who I truly love.” I never thought about this. My soul started shaking from the inside, I was so confused about finding the right answer, and this person, this person gave the answer so directly that he seemed as if he had said a flawless answer. Nothing was wrong in that answer. However, there was wrong in me. I thought about it, still I could not imagine myself to be with the ones I love being Everything. When I told him I saw a blank image, he told me to think deeper. It was cumbersome, pressurizing my brain to conjure an image to suit perfection.

I came to step two. It wasn’t just one image. It was a slideshow. Every image similar to the next. I saw an ant on a stem. Drops of dew on a leaf. Feathers of a wing. Even a drop of blood spurting out of a cut fingertip. It was all like my mind was on macro mode. I thought I reached it again, this time, I was on the right track. One more image though, startled me. It was the Galaxy. The whole universe. I found another definition.

Sole, anything is small. Tiny. Worthless. If such small beings co-operate, work as a body, a sole body, they will not remain micro, but be macro. Noticeable. All for one and one for all.

You know, when I was a child (I consider below thirteen as child-hood), sayings and quotes that went about it’s not about what you have, but it’s what you make of it, seemed utterly worthless to me. Rubbish. I thought everything was.. Everything. This time, I found myself wrong. Guilty of the fact that I ignored such deep statements. I understood it. All of it. It was so much that I had to summarise it. To shorten it. I’m not sure if many of you might understand the following sentence, but if you do, I’m glad to tell you that you have reached the true definition too.

Nothing is Everything. However, Everything can never, never be Nothing.

Elaborating on the sentence, here’s a little explained version of it.

It doesn’t matter what you have. If you have nothing and the rest you obtain is worthless, you still have yourself. If you make the best out of that nothing you actually get something! Once you have something it means it’s worth it. It has a worth! Thus, you can make Everything out of Nothing, but once Everything is made from it, what you will have will never EVER be nothing!

This was it. This was EXACTLY the type of definition I wanted. I found what perfection meant. I feel that my lost wanders and my sightless destiny finally has came to an end. For me, this is perfection. Everyone can be perfect, if they want to be perfect, they should give their all!

Bathroom Taps

Today, let me proudly (or rather, with full of shame) mark this date today, as the date when I learned that all bathroom taps have a common mechanism. Always closing to the clockwise, and letting water gush out by turning them anti-clockwise.

Am I supposed to be killed for this?

You Celebrate 9/11 (By Burning Our Sacred Books?)

Firstly before saying anything let me link something..


Let me begin with asking one simple question. What is a religion? Now of-course the most basic thing that will be coming in our minds is that it’s a set of beliefs to help lead people a straight and.. Good life. Christianity, Hinduism, Zoroastrianism, Judaism (to name a few) and even Islam teach the same thing. Lead a good life. Lead a good life. Be kind. God is not unmindful of what you do. Thou shalt not wreak havoc. Thou shalt be kind for God loveth those on the straight path.

I came across this link with utter disappointment. The West still blames the 9/11 on Muslims. Okay, then the Muslims blame the West for Palestine. Blame the West for Iraq. Blame the West for Afghanistan. Now does that make us equals?

Of-course not.

The Christians now are (and always were) against the Muslims [edit: I wrote this statement keeping the Draw Muhammad Day and all the recent anti-Muslim events coming up. If you’re not with them, I didn’t mean to offend you!]. But I can’t believe they are going to get to such extents to BURN OUR SACRED BOOK. I thought even Christianity says about not disregarding other religions and living in harmony. Am I wrong? If not, then surely this Church is not Christian at all. Pastor Terry Jones says “We believe that Islam is of the devil-“. Oh how so undevlish of you to accuse a religion of being wrong and deviated and then burning their Sacred Books without daring to read what’s inside them and throwing away the opinions of a One and a half Billion plus Muslim opinions.

I repeat. Islam is NOT the religion of the Devil. If he blames 9/11 on Muslims, let it be known that this was classified as a terrorist act. Why does he not look back in his country. Robbing banks, Rape, Murder is that all so non-terrorist? Then supporting Israel on what it’s doing to Palestine, that’s very holy and angelic yes? The fact that America entered Iraq was so divinely and unarguably right. Of-course why not. Terrorism exists in people, not in religion. Even in my Islamic country of Pakistan, terrorism is condemned.

Another quote from Terry J. “I mean ask yourself, have you ever really seen a really happy Muslim? As they’re on the way to Mecca? As they gather together in the mosque on the floor? Does it look like a real religion of joy?”. Well well well, mr.Jones let me answer you on this one. I guess you really have no idea about what Islam teaches Muslims afterall. When WE go to Mosques, when WE go to Makkah and Madinah, when WE pray at home, it’s not always that we should be giggling. Muslims FEAR their Lord. It’s not a fear of what you get when locked in a room. Not a fear of never again touching a candle because it burned you, it’s a fear of not being able to make it to Heaven. Fear of committing sins and not being pardoned. FEAR OF OUR STATUS IN SOCIETY, THANKS TO PEOPLE LIKE YOU!

If you define joy as getting drunk around the streets and slacking off in casino’s and strip clubs, I’m sorry to say that is one wretched definition of joy. Just one more thing though. Atleast we Devils do not burn your Bible.

Quote Of Faith- III

Ye people of the book! Why dispute about Abraham, wen the Law and the Gospel were not revealed till after him? Have ye no understanding? Ah! Ye are those who fell to disputing even in maters of which ye had some knowledge! But why dispute in matters of which ye have no knowledge? It is Allah who knows, and ye who know not! Abraham was not a Jew nor yet a Christian; But he was true in Faith, and bowed his will to Allah’s. (Which is Islam), and he joined not gods with Allah.

The Qur’an [3:65-67]

The Old Man Who Sails On Blood

The sun was sinking down the violet sky, slowly beckoning me towards it. That’s when I gave myself a hard slap on my face. “Geez, you think too much, nasty ol’ scholar coot!” Truth is, I was lost. The wooden boat’s edges creaked as the puny piece of plank did his all to get across the ocean. How did I come here? How do I get out of here? I had no answer. Waking up yesterday inside this boat shrouded with thick fog was when I was gained my conscious after a nightmare. Thinking of the past made me flinch as I searched the sole cabin for anything to eat. My stomach growled in the midst of nowhere, and I managed to grasp a loaf of bread, half with fungus breeding on it.

Igniting a candle, I sat by the edge, nibbling down the loaf as the boat made it’s way through the fog in the night. Suddenly, I started hearing a rowing noise. My blood froze. Why would another boat be rowing along in this vast sea that wasn’t even mapped nor heard of? Squinting my eyes, I made out a flat wooden platform with a candle on each of it’s four edges. As it approached me, there was an old man perched on a worn out throne, surrounded by the candles. Weird, I thought to myself as the cold breezes chilled my bones. Here I was fighting for survival on a battered old wooden boat and I see an old man chuckling at me, who obviously looked much undernourished than me.

“Come here, boy. Let me tell you a story” smiling, the white haired human beckoned me.

“Story? Right.. Now? I mean, in this mist and the time of the hour?” Surely, this man had gone mad! Out of nowhere, somehow, he pulled out another throne-like-chair from behind his own seat. He said no more, but his stare convinced me to sit beside him for awhile.

“Atta boy.. Now what kind of story do you want to listen to?” This wasn’t simply a question. That one sentence was enough to haunt me, to make me curious. As ordered, I sat on the seat, feeling comfortable as I sank into it’s leather skin that smelled of cow hides. There was one disturbing thing though.. The seat had blood stained on it.

“If you do not answer, let me begin!” Smiling, he took a sip from the mug with what seemed like tea, as he began his preparations for ‘Story Telling’. “There was once a couple, they loved eachother so deeply, they decided to go out to the sea for a week to enjoy some private time. During that journey, they stumbled across a man, and then the man was stained in blood as he licked their blood!” The old man started laughing heavily. Madman!! What was going on in his head? Trying not to be rude, I stayed on my seat, clutching the hard supports and digging deeper in the leather. Sweating deeply, I told him to continue

“Okay. Another story. There was a big ship everyone used to respect, one night in a storm, the ship was cut in half and everyone on board murdered, by one man!” The man laughed again, maniacally. My heart froze. This was exactly like yesterday on the ship I was in. My hands started shaking as his stare pierced through me, reading everything going on in my mind.

I had to run.

“This is the last one, and I’ll make sure that it really is the last story you shall hear! I would not want to make it sound as scary though. There is a rumor.. About an old man. This old man who sails on blood. Etching fear in everyone and carving paranoia among who ever he passes by. It is said he likes to sail on a wooden platform, sitting on a chair. He comes across many people, and none live through him to see another morning. Sitting on his throne, he tells stories to people, who loose their composure, and the cold blooded man.. Kills them” With pure innocence in his eyes, the old man held out a knife, rusting in blood and cackled as he approached me.